Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

heard

think twice about taking harsh measures. Whoever offended

never doubted Hugh’s

would be afraid of someone with such nobility and astute

seemed to make sense if he was

person like

one watching you

Bar.”

he’d sensed

“Okay!”

the same danger coming from

like you following me? I’m certain your motive isn’t like those lowly humans

already started stepping

the

was not a word she had in her dictionary

idea.

standing before

wasn’t such a

couldn’t tell what Hugh Croft wanted from

a person

sudden question

no idea what you’re talking

know what I’m talking about. You’ve already exposed yourself. You are one

should have felt the sense of familiarity on

was no point in her to

capability, he could have her investigated with

you

sign an agreement

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

familiar to the

one that announced the search for people with Omega type blood in the Darknet to have an agreement to sleep

too sudden. Let me

was definitely her

incredibly good–looking, powerful,

every rose has its

wanted to live freely and spend the rest of her life with someone who cared for her. She wanted no

love, being with someone

risk of her losing her life by the side of a man like

should just

leave me

moment of silence enveloped

and in

was at a loss for words on how she should

perhaps? Or

question, thinking that Jane

did not come easily out

were not many people with whom Hugh would

was one of

like an

first time he set his eyes on

had imprinted on

of her drove him

because they had the same blood

were the same type

the wound that had frozen their

“Okay!”

both her number and

that she did

The reason was simple.

if she kept it from

be able to dig it

never liked pointless

through

simple user name, which

had a picture of The Simpsons family of five

a full mark “” as his

was a pitch–black

there’s nothing else, I’ll

think about it.

from this dangerous person as far as

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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